- Mountains Are Mountains
Just like rhizomes are rhizomes,even if you call them creepingrootstalks. This is not semantics—it’s a question of being in the world.When we watch the snow fall, thoughit might signal winter, somethingbleak or tranquil, we do not forgetgravity, or that water freezesat 32 degrees. Don’t think usunimaginative: knowledge is inlaidwith metaphor, and we inventnarratives for what sleeps beneaththe ice-iron earth. Still, we knowthat science can make a lambglow green, so we are not trickedby spectacle. You can processthrough town with bannersemblazoned with deer crossingsilver shields, but your bloodiedboots will always betray you. [End Page 163]
Brianna Noll ’s first book, The Price of Scarlet, was the inaugural poetry selection for the University Press of Kentucky’s New Poetry and Prose Series. She is poetry editor of the Account, which she helped found, and she is a postdoctoral fellow in teaching and mentoring in the Honors College at the University of Illinois at Chicago. Her poems have recently appeared or are forthcoming in Southern Humanities Review, South Dakota Review, Crazyhorse, Hotel Amerika, and the Georgia Review. She lives in Chicago.